Yes, I know i just updated but I feel guilty for not updating in awhile and I may or maynot be able to update any time soon.
I have mental ideas of what to do with this story but nothing really physical. I am thinking about five to seven more chapters…. But you never know.
Also, this was going to be longer but I got bored so I just cut it off with a bit of a rushed ending. Heh. Sorry.
Chapter Twelve
A small, lean brown tabby tom's tail swept to the side has he made his way out of his den. He settled down outside his den and looked over camp with an amber gaze. The mottled tom took a deep breath, opening his graying muzzle to take in the scent of cats, prey and heather.
The Gathering is tonight…. Finally, we can get rid of our prisoner that came in a quarter-moon ago. Onestar thought.
Fernpaw was talking with her sister, Larkwing, over by the warriors den.
Emberfoot and Sedgewhisker were off by themselves near the nursery as they shared tongues.
Harespring was talking to a small group of warriors who just came from a patrol.
Furzepelt, Slightfoot, and Oatclaw trotted back into camp. The gray-and-white she-cat was carrying two rabbits. The black tom with a white dash on his chest carried a mouse and a vole. Carrying a couple rabbits, a brown tabby lead the other two into camp.
Who should I take? The leader mused in his head. Fernpaw has been begging to go. So has Heathertail…. She requested for Breezepelt to go with her. Kestrelflight had released him last night.
Nightcloud padded up to the fresh kill pile and picked up a mouse.
Crowfeather, her former mate, glared over at her.
Onestar sighed. He still hasn't talked to Crowfeather about his attack on Breezepelt.
As if on cue, the black tom came out and growled at his father.
The leader cleared out his throat and the three cats glanced at him. Onestar looked at them sternly. He all seemed to want to go to the Gathering tonight to see what happens with Darkfang so he given everyone the impression that his choice has already been made but it will change if they argue. Might as well, right?
The verbal fight disbanded, leaving Onestar to think. So, Heathertail, Fernpaw and Breezepelt are going. Possibly Hootwhisker so he can watch Darkfang and keep him out of sight. His amber gaze shifted to the dark gray tom.
I'll bring Nightcloud and Crowfeather as well. They seem to need a break from each other. Possibly, if they are both there, they can be separated but both in my watchful eye. The lean tom blinked, hearing himself. Starclan, I sound like a worried parent.
The Windclan leader pushed himself to his paws. The small and lean tabby made his way to the Tallrock before calling his clan to attention. "The following cats mentioned will come with me to represent Windclan at the Gathering tonight."
Nightcloud perked her ears, looking surprised. She acted like she forgot it was the Gathering was that night.
"Fernpaw."
"Yes!" The dark brown apprentice grinned widely, trying to keep quiet.
"Heathertail. Breezepelt."
The light brown tabby relaxed when she heard Breezepelt's name, glancing over at him with her blue gaze.
The amber-eyed tom just let out a snort.
"Crowfeather."
The warrior smirked, glaring over at Darkfang. The Shadowclan cat sat by a dark tabby tom, Leaftail, over by Darkfang's temporary den.
"Nightcloud."
Nightcloud looked relieved but slightly frightened by this fact.
"Harespring and Hootwhisker. Hootwhisker, you will be in charge of watching Darkfang and keeping him out of sight."
The dark gray tom flicked his ear. "Yes Onestar."
The lean leader leapt off the Tallrock. "Gorsetail and Oatclaw," he started as he gestured to the very pale white-and-gray she-cat and pale brown tabby tom, "you two are guarding camp first."
"Yes, Onestar." The meowed together.
He nodded sharply and lead the group of cats out of camp.